Track byBig Boi
[Intro: Big Boi (Gucci Mane)] Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah) Yeah! Here we go A-town! C-post! Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat Boy stop!!!! [Verse One: Bun B] Hot damn, ho (ho), here we go again (gain) Raise up off of mines, put your elbow in Slow your roll like your off-sets is off set You out of line, cuz you out off line, so you off net Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good Still got my Coogi, my shorty got a Gucci on Flossing on the same track I hear Big and Gucci on Now we remixed it like it's two different packs of Kool-Aid in the same jug, and I'm feeling same, thug This is for the boys in blue, and the G's flamed up I'm in the big body slab, raised up, game up! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it [Project Pat over chorus] It's your boy.... Project Pattah [Verse Two: Project Pat] I still get if off with the soft and the hard Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars Now I'm Escalade, sitting high with the stars Took a shine like a star, now my head is in the clouds And I'm papered, so I'm right back on the line Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leading half a pound Cousin house in the bay, on the North side of town Man, the streets in me, so I can't say I don't miss em Dipping through the hood plucking chicks, but I don't kiss em She wishin that I would take her home; long stick her Then I get her back, hit it from the back and I'm gone [Chorus] [Verse Three: Big Boi] Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe, The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that? Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak minded are falling by the wayside They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed But with success comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow [Chorus] [Outro: Big Boi (Gucci Mane)] Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up) East Point, College Park Decatur, Yeah! I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck